My husband & I went to the Holocaust Museum. The museum is set up as self-directed and is a powerful experience. Seeing the rise of Hitler and Nazism, was chilling to see and hear. I started thinking about the moderately well to do Jews shoved into the ghettos and controlled by the Nazis.
Imagine the confusion and devastation of going from your own home to one crowded with Jews! The needing papers and the Jewish Star denoting their inferior status further stripping of their identity and pride. As the Nazis started the “Final Solution” that of complete annihilation of the Jews, also Gypsies, those with disabilities, and homosexuals, to name a few persecuted groups.
Rows of corpses,Nazis standing by demanding they dig their own graves…The exhibition was incredibly powerful.
And then, I saw the piles of shoes. That’s when a young girl of 9 or 10, started to sob…I admit, I too, teared up. By the time we reached the liberation and saw the tiny bunks and the home movies of the GIs, many were openly weeping with me.
Hearing the stories told from both the army major who had liberated anAuschwitz survivor who later married. That’s a fairy tale ending. She had had for my family before and her brand new husband, parents and most of her village were gone.
Imagine the feeling. Her transition affluent honey-moon-new to being interned 4 years and liberated by her future husband and live in Colorado, where he was from.
What challenges we have in dealing with transition and change is nothing in comparison.
Going to that museum really put this all in perspective. Your thoughts? The one who leaves the most comments will win an inspirational book sent to your home! Wanna play? Please comment below.